The midnight rider came upon a dream.
Scourging the land of those unclean.
While the humble paid respect on bended knee.
The prideful scurried away on crippled feet.
Wail not for the dead, nor for those that fail to see,
Judgment has come to them that remain, for
All we do, and all we are, is vain.
J. Allen Wilson © 2003
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